The Quest for Immortality

”Of course, if the two types of spells don’t happen to correspond to the same acupoint, you can just use nearby ones instead.”

”If you can’t go through the Water Spring Acupoint, then use the nearby Taixi acupoint...”

...

Mo Hua suddenly saw the light.

These kinds of spell details, the subtleties regarding key acupoints—only someone like Elder Yi, who had spent years immersed in spellcraft, could know them so well.

He himself hadn’t even thought about it at all.

”The linking and transitioning of spiritual power as it flows between acupoints...” Mo Hua mumbled, then said gratefully, ”I’ve got it. Thank you, Elder!”

Elder Yi saw that Mo Hua caught on instantly, and nodded with satisfaction.

Afterwards, Mo Hua consulted Elder Yi about movement techniques, then was ready to take his leave and ponder things by himself for a while.

Elder Yi looked at Mo Hua and suddenly seemed to recall something, asking, ”Mo Hua, what do you intend to choose for your own magical treasure?”

Mo Hua was caught off guard, but didn’t hide anything: ”I want to pick a ’Bronze Skin Iron Bones’ kind of magic treasure, to reinforce my body and patch up my weak points.”

Elder Yi frowned at his words.

”Is that not good?” Mo Hua couldn’t help but ask.

”It’s not that it’s bad—strengthening your body isn’t a problem but...”

Elder Yi was reminded of earlier, when Mo Hua, relying on his powerful divine sense, controlled the Water Passing Step, Concealment Technique, and, as Mo Hua called it, the Water Shadow Step clone movement technique, switching between them seamlessly. He suddenly had a realization.

These were life-saving movement techniques, connected flawlessly and tough to deal with as is.

If he used attack-type spells to coordinate and transition just as seamlessly, wouldn’t that be even scarier?

Previously, he had advised Mo Hua to ”master all spells,” and it was the same idea, but that only applied to low-level spells.

Low-level spells use up little spiritual power, are quick to cast, require no breathing time between uses, and can be cast freely. But relatively, their might is limited. 𝘳άNőΒÊŚ

The so-called ”master all spells” approach uses quantity to compensate for quality.

But for middle-level and higher spells, that just can’t be done.

Because mid-level and higher spells are slower to cast, use up more spiritual power, and require time to adjust after being used.

But Elder Yi had never expected Mo Hua’s divine sense to be so formidable—so powerful that it could greatly accelerate his spellcasting speed.

He could even control various spells of different origins and types, linking them together fluidly and switching at will.

This was nearly unthinkable.

At its core, it was because of divine sense!

Hardly any Spiritual Cultivator possessed such a powerful and sharp divine sense as Mo Hua.

Like this, he could even use ”mid-level spells” as easily as ”low-level ones.”

With divine sense acceleration, his attacks would be incredibly fast. Seamless transitions—with no need for rest intervals.

With an overwhelming number of ”mid-level spells,” mastering and interlinking them all in slaughter, the power would be terrifying.

It might look like his spells were only one grade higher, but with sheer variety, the destructive force was several times greater.

And on top of that, Mo Hua had the Five Elements Spiritual Root.

The Five Elements spells could work together to form a ”spell chain.”

Any single spell would always have its vulnerabilities.

But with all Five Elements covered and a ”spell chain” formed, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth would reinforce and balance each other—practically eliminating all weak points.

Other people’s spells are used one by one.

His would be used in sets—and used seamlessly, faster and more suppressive than anyone else...

Coming from a family of spell masters, and as an Elder of Daoist Law himself, even Elder Yi’s blood ran hot just imagining this.

But all this depended on having enough spiritual power.

Elder Yi considered and asked, ”Have you thought about using a Gathering-Spirit Gourd or something similar, a spiritual power treasure, as your own magical treasure?”

Mo Hua shook his head: ”It’s too expensive, and I’ve already missed the window for nurturing it.”

Elder Yi froze for a moment, then shook his head regretfully.

It’s true—although Mo Hua now looked to have a lot of options, because no one had helped him plan early and he missed the window for nurturing, he actually didn’t have much to choose from.

Elder Yi let out a long sigh, truly full of regret.

He was, in fact, an excellent Spiritual Cultivator seedling.

His Spiritual Root was lacking, but his perception was outstanding, his adaptability strong, and most importantly, his divine sense was practically monstrous.

If he could just walk the Spiritual Cultivator path to the end, he’d have countless spells at his fingertips—he’d be tremendously powerful.

The Taoist path is long; Body Cultivation is dominant in the early stage, Sword Cultivation in the mid-to-late stage.

But Spiritual Cultivators are strongest at the very end.

The further a cultivator progresses, the more abundant their spiritual power, the deeper their understanding of the Spiritual Power Law, and the more terrifying the might of their spells becomes.

Such a pity...

But Elder Yi couldn’t really say anything more.

Life is like this; it seems to offer many choices, but in fact, the path under your feet is only one or two—just step by step, moving forward.

As long as you haven’t become immortal, as long as you’re still human—even at the Heaven Void stage—you can’t do as you please.

”Shoring up your weak points, making your body a bit stronger, is good, too.”

Elder Yi consoled him.

Whether he was comforting Mo Hua or himself was unclear.

...

After saying farewell to Elder Yi, Mo Hua returned to the Disciple’s Residence, with some confusion in his heart.

Elder Yi’s regret—he was well aware of it, too.

But truth be told, his fleshly body was innately disadvantaged. No matter how hard he patched it, he couldn’t close the gap with others.

At best, he could go from terrible to just about passable.

The best method was still to play to his strengths.

His strongest suit was his divine sense, but divine sense doesn’t rely on magic treasures, and there aren’t really any magic treasures that can enhance it.

Other than that, it was his spellcraft.

Mo Hua’s spells were actually quite strong, but his weakness was below-average spiritual root and low spiritual power.

If he had enough spiritual power, he could learn more spells, ones of higher grade too.

And the stronger his divine sense grew, the faster he could cast—someday, he might even master an ”Instant Forbidden Technique.”

As long as his spells were powerful enough to wipe out all his enemies, it wouldn’t matter if his body was weak or not.

Mo Hua couldn’t help but agonize again, and after a while, he sighed.

Enough—no point in overthinking it.

Life always carries regrets; nothing can ever go exactly your way.

Spiritual power treasures are nice, but he really didn’t have options.

As for the Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation, that was something else: a true-blue Four Symbols Divine Beast Formation Diagram. Mr. Tu poured who knows how many years of effort and monster cultivator lives into researching it—an all-but-lost ancient Four Symbols Formation.

The day to wipe out the Demon Sect was fast approaching, and the Diagram was already within reach.

All roads in the Great Dao lead to longevity and, in the end, to the same destination. Since you’ve chosen your path, just walk it without hesitation.

Mo Hua nodded to himself, his gaze gradually firming.

The next day, he sought out Elder Yi again, sparred in movement technique, polished his various movement techniques until they were flawless, and managed to last a few dozen exchanges under Elder Yi’s hand—only then was he satisfied.

A Golden Core Demon might not compare to Elder Yi in Daoist Skill.

If he could handle exchanges with Elder Yi, then against a Golden Core Demon, he could at least escape with his life.

As for the late Golden Core Demon Head—the leader of the Demon Sect...

With so many Dao Court Supervisors and Taixu Sect Elders watching, as long as he kept his distance, that guy wouldn’t have a chance to make a move on him.

Dao Court Supervisors aside, just the Taixu Sect Elders alone weren’t to be trifled with.

Preparations complete, on the third day, the plan to besiege the Demon Sect officially began.

Mo Hua personally headed to Yanluo Mountain.

The treacherous terrain, the tangled marshes and murky waters of Yanluo Mountain—here lay the Demon Sect’s lair.

Here, a bloody battle was about to unfold.

Mo Hua had to see the Demon Sect destroyed with his own eyes, watch demon cultivators’ blood flow like rivers—to vent the evil qi in his heart.

He also wanted to know if his own magical treasure, the ”Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation,” was hidden within the Demon Sect. .

And whether this ancient Four Symbols Formation would ultimately fall into his own hands.